It's birthday week!
I haven't made a big thing of it, because I'm really ambivalent this year. (look down) Last year was the Epic Party of Doom, and it's pretty hard to improve on perfection.
But my awesome gay boyfriend A. made an event of it last night - since I coordinated his birthday last month, he wouldn't hear of me sweeping mine under the rug.
So a few of us went out dancing at Oil Can Harry's, the local gay country bar. I don't know what it is about boys in cowboy hats dancing together, but it was fantastic. My legs are killing me and I'm about to fall on my face just as we're going on a road trip, but I think I have a new obsession. And Chris is almost as excited about the boots as I am.
Speaking of road trip, there's a reservation with our names on it and my birthday present waiting for me so we are out.
Happy weekend!
Labels: Birthday Week, Dancing, New Obsession, Road Trip, Tiff
